The mice are back in my apartment. This batch has been properly orientated. They have taken seminars in evasive techniques before their arrival. At three a.m. last night I watched one deftly trace a path around a glue-trap.
I first had an infestation late last spring. In the subsequent killing season I liquidated 11 mice. This, I thought, was the Final Solution. Clearly I was wrong. What follows is a battle of wits.